"That's it," he encourages, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "Ride my cock. Take what you need."
I start to move, lifting up and dropping back down. It's awkward at first, uncoordinated, but then I find a rhythm that makes us both groan.
"Look at you," he breathes, his eyes roaming over my body. "Fucking gorgeous. Love watching your tits bounce. Love the way you move."
My thick thighs spread wide over his hips, my soft belly, my breasts moving with every bounce. But he's not looking at me with disgust or disappointment. He's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Like my curves are a feature, not a flaw.
"Love your body," he groans, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. "So curvy, so perfect. Made for this. Made for me."
"Rhett," I moan, moving faster. The pleasure is building again, coiling tight in my belly. "Oh God, I think… I think I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he demands. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
I'm so close, right on the edge, bouncing frantically now. His hands are everywhere—my hips, my thighs, my breasts—encouraging me, guiding me, worshipping me.
And then I feel it. His hand on my thigh changes. The texture becomes rougher, hairier. I look down and my eyes widen. His hand has transformed. It's bigger, covered in dark fur, tipped with claws that are not digging into my skin. Yet.
The bear is coming out.
I should be scared. Should stop, should pull away.
Instead, I come harder than I've ever come in my life. I scream his name, my whole body convulsing as pleasure rips through me in waves.
"Fuck!" Rhett roars beneath me, and his other hand transforms too. Both massive, fur-covered paws are gripping my hips now, and his eyes have gone wild, more bear than man.
He's losing control.
But he's still being careful with me. Even as the bear surges forward, even as he thrusts up into me harder and faster, those claws never pierce my skin.
"Autumn," he growls, and his voice is deeper, rougher. Almost inhuman. "Need… Fuck, need to—"
"Do it," I gasp, still riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Claim me. Make me yours."
He roars again, and I feel him swell inside me, and then he's coming, flooding me with heat, his whole body shaking. His hands tighten on my hips, and I feel the pinpricks of his claws finally breaking skin, just barely. Not enough to hurt, just enough to mark.
To claim.
We stay like that for a long moment, both trembling, both breathing hard. His eyes are still more bear than man, and his hands are still transformed.
"Rhett?" I say softly. "Are you okay?"
He blinks, and I watch the awareness come back into his eyes. The bear receding, giving control back to the man. His hands return to normal in a ripple of movement, and he immediately checks where he was gripping me.
"Fuck," he breathes, seeing the small marks. "I'm sorry. I lost control. I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay," I assure him, cupping his face. "You didn't hurt me. You were careful, even when the bear came out. You kept me safe."
"I marked you."
"Good." I lean down and kiss him softly. "I want your marks on me. Want everyone to know I'm yours."
He stares at me like I've just said something profound. Then he's pulling me down into a fierce kiss, and I can feel his cock twitching inside me, already getting hard again.
"Insatiable," I murmur against his lips.
"For you? Always." He rolls us over, putting me on my back again, him still inside me. "The bear wants more. Wants to fuck you until you can't walk, until you smell like me, until there's no doubt who you belong to."
